Poetry

Ghost

Once I was on top of the world
Glancing down to find your sound.
That sweet melody echoed
Through the plaza.
I watched you play from afar
Begging you to keep playing
As the sun set behind you.
Now when I’m on top of the world
I seek your sound only
To find your ghost  
On that bench. 

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